7/15/2012

Jeering hearts that form and layStomping dungeons that hear but stayBy your side to bore and use youIsn’t that cold?Isn’t that wellNo singers will harm, no wonder will yellIt’s your name they’re calling.Absorb your doubts, it’s all so fineNo generosity can ring you out, they’re not of that kindBut listen, don’t they know?It is time to let it happen, it’s high time you’d let it showFor nothing is sacred until you come and tell me.No side, no reasons, why do you need them?Ain’t you the one who spoke your jokes to confuse them?Don’t come here and criticizeYou got your dungeonsThey’re by your sideWhy d’you need me to call you a “genius”?I ain’t here.And so we’re not.Hearts to jeering staysDungeons that all but layBore and use and be done with you.

About Me

Denis Graeff’s songs are stories that erupt from the streets, from behind office desks, on packed buses and trains, in the time lost while doing that which we’re not, while we lose ourselves in the grey landscapes of the city. Every wall hides personal dramas, every street corner houses desire, every window contains wandering eyes, lost in memory or longing. At times, those tales demand to be sung.